Blood Evil Street.
The apocalypse had arrived, and amid the face of death and bloodshed, the evil of human nature was released to its fullest extent.
Screams and mad laughter, growls, and wails filled the air as people unable to escape hell awaited death with terror or indulged in their final moments of pleasure.
"Whoosh—"
The blade swooshed by, and the head of a man whose eyes had turned red from the Evil Power soared into the air; his headless body sprayed with blood as it slowly knelt to the ground with a thud—
"Ah!" A cornered woman with disheveled clothes cried out involuntarily in despair but quickly covered her mouth and shivered all over, looking at the man in the black robe by the window with terror.
The man in the black robe, wearing a Heart mask, flicked the blood off his knife neatly, then bent down and placed his wrist in front of the man's head, where a faint Spiritual Light quietly slipped into his bracelet.
